The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Due to the nature of Jiang Dapeng's work, his family has developed the habit of not asking him where he is going. When they saw their father coming back, the two daughters were not too surprised. They just called out "Dad" softly and stayed where they were and continued to do their own things.

Grandma Jiang and Jiang Xiaocui were different. They hadn't seen Jiang Dapeng for more than two years, so you can imagine how surprised they were when they suddenly met.

"Dapeng, you've lost weight!" Grandma Jiang looked at her son with surprise and joy. She took off her sleeves and swept the chair: "Sit down and talk. Have you had dinner?"

Jiang Xiaocui immediately said, "There's still rice in the pot. I'll go get it."

Jiang Dapeng quickly stopped them: "I just came back from dinner, no need to serve me. Why haven't you eaten yet at this late hour?"

"I've already eaten. It's nothing." Grandma Jiang hesitated for a moment. "Furong, come here. Explain it clearly. Talk to your dad. I'll go get him a cup of hot water to warm his hands."

There were several things happening at the same time, and Grandma Jiang didn't know which one to talk about first, so she just let her granddaughter talk.

Jiang Dapeng held Grandma Jiang and said, "Mom, it's warm in this room. I don't want to drink water. Please sit down and stop working."

Grandma Jiang sat down and said, "Xiao Cui started the fire. She wanted to light the kang, but she didn't do it right. It was warm, but the whole room was filled with smoke."

"We have installed a heater at home and it will be turned on in a few days. It just so happens that I have another mission. I didn't have time to clean out the ashes behind the stove, and the fire got bigger, and the whole house was filled with smoke." Jiang Dapeng took off his cotton hat, wiped the sweat from his forehead, unbuttoned his military coat, and turned his gaze to his eldest daughter.

Jiang Furong was good at reporting to her superiors. A long-lost feeling of familiarity emerged, and she didn't even need to organize her thoughts before she could explain: "Dad, you know Captain Qian of the cultural troupe's dance team, right? Her husband's surname is Zhao, and they live at Gate 2, Building C."

Jiang Dapeng knew who it was after a quick thought, so he nodded: "I know this person, but I've never dealt with him. Why?"

Jiang Furong felt relieved. "Captain Qian has a two-year-old baby who hasn't started kindergarten yet. Her family wants to find a babysitter. I thought I wouldn't have anything to do at home during the day, so I agreed to help take care of her. It just so happens that she can't go home tonight, so her baby is sleeping at our house, and my aunt is there to help prepare midnight snacks for the baby."

Jiang Dapeng was a little surprised. He looked around and found that the door of the master bedroom was open. There was no movement at all. He felt something was wrong. "Does your mother know? Where is your mother? Is she still at get off work or is she out?"

If he hadn't gotten off work, he might not know about this. If he had gotten off work, he might have been angry and gone out to complain to someone.

Jiang Furong remained calm, "She knows! But she didn't have time to express her opinion because she dislocated Qingqing's wrist as soon as she came back. She took Qingqing to the hospital on her bike and hasn't come back yet."

Jiang Dapeng's face changed and he couldn't sit still any longer. "No wonder I didn't see where your mother put the bicycle at the door. I'll go to the hospital now."

He knew that a dislocated wrist was not a big deal, but Hu Xiuqing would get angry and would definitely make a fuss when they got home. If they kept bringing this up for a long time to come, it would be a big deal.

My mother and sister just arrived here. We see each other all the time. It would be so embarrassing if we had a quarrel.

When Grandma Jiang saw Jiang Dapeng standing up, she quickly said, "Dapeng, we didn't break Qingqing's arm."

Jiang Dapeng couldn't help but feel a headache: "I know, I know. Didn't the boss say it was Xiuqing who was so arrogant? Mom, don't worry, I'm familiar with Doctor Sun, I'll go over and take a look."

Jiang Zhaohui had already obediently inserted the bicycle key into the keyhole and clicked open the bicycle lock: "Dad, my sister and I cleaned the bicycle yesterday and even oiled the chain here."

"You've become sensible, dear!" Jiang Dapeng praised casually, carrying the bicycle and walked out. He went down the stairs and said to Grandma Jiang who followed him out, "Mom, if you are tired, go take a shower and go to bed. You don't have to wait at the door. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."

After saying that, he jumped on his bike and rushed out without waiting for Grandma Jiang to reply.

Jiang Xiaocui was in the living room, and asked anxiously, "Furong, is your dad angry?"

Jiang Zhaohui rushed to say: "No matter what my mother did wrong, my father would not be angry. My father just likes Qingqing very much and is afraid that he will cry."

Jiang Xiaocui explained, "No, Zhaohui, I mean there are so many people at home, and Guoqing's arm was even broken. Will your dad be angry with us?"

"Look at what you're saying!" Grandma Jiang came into the room and heard this. She was unhappy: "Xiuqing is so unreasonable, your brother is not angry, why would he be angry with you? And bring the door! From childhood to adulthood, how often have you seen your brother get angry with others?"

Jiang Xiaocui refused to accept the news. "Hey, I'm just afraid that my sister-in-law will complain to my brother in the hospital! What if she says it was us...ah, me? The Hu family loves to talk nonsense, and it's not the first time."

Grandma Jiang sighed softly, "Oh, blame me. I didn't take the first step well, and now there's trouble. Okay, let's see what your brother and the others say when they come back."

After all, they had only been there for a few days, and it was clear that Hu Xiuqing did not welcome them, and was almost trying to chase them away with a broom. Speaking of grievances, who could be more wronged than Hu Xiuqing?

Jiang Zhaohui was anxious: "Sister, who do you think our dad will listen to?"